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Editor: Heather Soderling (submitted 2014-10-23).   Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 2.83 MB   Copyright: CC BY NC SA
Edition notes: A cappella, with a tom or similar low drum accompaniment.

General Information

Title: O Captain! My Captain!
Composer: Heather Soderling
Lyricist: Walt Whitman

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SSAA

Genre: SecularOde

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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External websites: http://heatherkgraves.wordpress.com/2014/10/09/o-captain-my-captain-ssaa/

Original text and translations

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1  Oh Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! O heart! O heart!
Bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

2  O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up for you the flag is flung, for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths, for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

3  My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exalt O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.